Dear Saturday,
’Tis the season to begin waking up in the dark…
Love,
Kevin
(16 September 2017)
Dear Saturday
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Drunk letter-writing is an interesting exercise. I probably shouldn’t do it anymore. (Good thing it wasn’t e-mail.)
Love,
Kevin
(9 September 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Insurance or no insurance, I’m getting my eyes checked today.
Love,
Kevin
(2 September 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I love Free Shredding Day…
Love,
Kevin
(26 August 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
And still I wait…
Love,
Kevin
(19 August 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Can it be? Do we get to breathe again?
Love,
Kevin
(12 August 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
It’s going to be quite the day. See you on the other side…
Love,
Kevin
(5 August 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I know I complained about the cat waking me up early, but the still slightly warm bagel was totally worth it.
Love,
Kevin
(29 July 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
I was thinking it might be allergies this time—but I’m back at 50% Barry White…
Love,
Kevin
(22 July 2017)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Nothing like starting the day with a dream in which one is knocked back by a hand grenade, then experiences the sensation of slowly falling from the second story to the pavement below…
Love,
Kevin
(15 July 2017)
